Friday Poems
After the miracle
by Richard Meier — How Lazarus reacted / St. John does not record. / I wonder if, like me — / after I saw that woman / who took away the pain ...
One night
by Ian Seed — I was woken by a tapping on the window. / When I opened the curtain, I saw a small girl / with her palms on the glass ...
Celestial Objects
by Maria Castro Dominguez — My son sails the Mediterranean / and sends me a photo of a sextant from the deck: / mythical and modern ...
Walking The Hill
by Pam Zinnemann-Hope — Here I am, walking up Pope’s Hill / on the tarmac track. / It’s a cold January day, / the track’s very steep ...
East Dubuque Sandbar 1959
by Robert Halleck — Feltes Motors searchlight scans the sky. / Mid August, rain coming soon. / Children’s holes to China left from the day ...
The Importance of Being Earnest
by Jeanette Burton — There in the audience, my mother and me, / lights yet to be dimmed, unwrapping ...
Wetsuit
by Regina Weinert — The hollow body hangs / in the cupboard under the stairs / headless hands and feet // detached ...
How to Speak Crocodile
by Christina Dunhill — Better not to speak at all. Be circumspect. / Encourage others to speak out. Offer tender grunts ...
The Inheritors
by Christopher James — Before we gave up the farm to the scarecrows, / we trod the bounds one last time, following / the tracks ...
Because this is a Venice Poem (after Tishani Doshi)
by Rachel Spence — Expect to hear the words lagoon, pigeon, crumbling. / Expect to read of water as desire ...
Return to Ithaca
by Mark McDonnell — He arranges chairs, has quiet words / with waiters, reprises their old walks / in a golf buggy so she can get around ...
Oh, someday, girl, I don’t know when
by Sharon Black — The swing-seat is shaded / by hanging rhododendrons / whose leaves and flowers ...